FIGURINE
Picture boys and girls,
A continent divided into contours
flesh like a color palette of history
noses, a perfect sphere
nappy hair like fingerprints of ancestors
bleeding through time and heritage
Shot in self-defense with their hands up
gasping in the street surrounded by blue and badges
laughing at all the black they painted red
made into hashtags that fade into obscurity
Little boys seeing more martyrs than role models
Mothers looking to the sky as if trying to find a glimpse of their children in heaven,
the silence of an empty bedroom creeping through homes, trembling over surfaces.
Now tell these people all lives matter.